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There was a man sae dark and true wha Scotland loo'ed sae dearThere was a king wha lang will rue the Scots wha flayed him sairGan cry the hounds o' Douglasvale, gan string the Ettrick bowGan warn the spears o' Liddiesdale that Edward leads the foe

He won his spurs doon by St. Bride upon the green she freeHe held the leopard and the tide by the field o' LintounieGan s***ne the s***eld yer father bore, gan strike yer metal freeGan s***ne the helm yer father wore by the field of Torwoodlee

He rode yin nicht when it was mirk doon by the leopard's lairHe chased the tyrant in his s***rt around the field sae fairGan pack yer bags ye English loons, gan tak ye banners hameGan tak yer king wha sought oor croon and lost the b***** game